Confusion

Premonitions Part Two

Even though she had been murdered by her first love, this was taking an ever worse toll on Emily. She wandered the streets not caring to notice where she was. She didn't care anymore. Depression had set in. And it was too late to turn back the clock to ask Victor what he really truly felt.

She did not notice if she knocked into someone…she would just continue on her way until she got to where she had first gotten to speak to Victor without him being completely panic stricken. And there she would sit until she was pulled away from her flash-back by someone who insisted she have a good time at the Ball & Socket joint. But she would only drag her sorry corpse into the darkest corner of the pub and sit there. And no one would interrupt her then.

Some cadavers whispered about her; they knew it didn't matter where they did it however because she always seemed to be in a trance; always thinking of Victor. "She looks like she's alive," they would say. "Emily isn't as dead as she used to be. She's as dreary as the living." And it was sadly true. Only she didn't intend to be this way as they did.

One night she came out of her trance. No one was there so she didn't have to worry about anyone fawning over her. She sighed deeply, thinking of all that had happened since then. It had all been so confusing and hectic. At least, it seemed that way until Victor come, but as the saying goes, easy come easy go. And that's exactly the way it was.

It had been so long ago. She had met Barkis six years ago. He had been so charming and gentlemanly. She had thought she had known him after a week. But she hadn't.

"Daddy," Emily had asked in the sweetest tone she could achieve, "I've met a man, and I wondered of your approval…" but he cut her off. He hadn't meant to be cruel, but he knew she was too young and that after so short a time she would not have really known him. "No; you know the rules; you're still too young. You have only three years to wait." She was twenty…the rule was twenty-three.

But Emily wouldn't stand for it…and thus Bonejangle's song.

After that she had found hope in Victor…but she'd had to let him go. Afterward she had made him believe she was free…but she wasn't; she had to find her true love to be free…and be with him. And all the time between then and now had been the same: she just wandered around and sat in her dark corner of the pub depressed.

But tonight all of that would change…

As she lie there thinking of all this, she slipped into one of her trances which was normal now, but there was something different about this one…it wasn't like a flash-back or how she wished she could be with Victor. Though she didn't know it, Emily was seeing Victor's present state of mind…and what he was doing.

Victoria lay asleep in the next room while he tossed and turned trying to get to sleep but refusing to look toward the picture of Victoria on his nightstand with a look of apprehension on his face as though they were not in a fight but rather he just couldn't bear to see her for thoughts unknown to Emily…but that would soon become known.

Suddenly Victor got up, grabbed a book and sat on the floor by the fire in his nightclothes. He tip-toed as he went so as not to wake Victoria in the next room (which was actually in the adjoined house, but still right next his room). That was the last thing he wanted, it seemed.

Victor opened the book to a page with a butterfly drawn on it; of all the talents, Emily would have never guessed him an artist (although at first she would not have guessed him a pianist) because of how jumpy he was. But as she soon discovered, he had made mistakes on a few pictures from being startled. Soon he came to a blank page and she watched. Now she knew why he wouldn't look at Victoria; it was a picture of herself…he missed her and he felt guilty; so guilty that he could not look at his wife.

Soon, Emily awoke to find the sun was just upon the horizon. It had been the first time since then she had gotten a good night's rest; she had not moved at all during the night. The sheets were still on her and she soon found that she was in the same position she last remembered being in.

'Was it just a dream, or did it really happen? It was night anyway…it could have been real…' she thought to herself.

And now, she began to realize, they were both having problems with this; they needed to see each other. And Victor was just realizing this as well…soon, the confusion would begin…

Next we shall see the title's meaning unfold before our eyes. The next chap could take me a while, so don't get anxious. Your patience was rewarded before and it will be again. Thanks for reading!

Lydia Deetz out! Ok…kinda weird…